Talk About Going Postal

Nearly home on Friday evening after a long week of work I pondered how I was going to begin my weekend.  It would probably start like most by kicking my shoes off, replacing the work clothes with an over sized T-shirt, relax a bit with a cocktail and getting dinner started.

This is what I saw when I pulled up to the driveway.

Oh, this is just lovely.  Look, even the dog across the street is thinking, "holy crap!". 

I jumped out of the car and started to look around, resisting the urge to scream "Did anyone see who did this?!?!?!?!?".

 


Our neighbor across the street walked over to Lovey and myself and handed us a business card for the Window/Glass company whose truck had run into the mailbox.  I felt much better knowing that whoever did this was being accountable.




It would be interesting to see what the vehicle that plowed into it looks like.  The pvc pipe was part of the flagpole holder that was built into the side of the mail box.

Isn't this interesting "filler" that the original stone mason used when the mailbox was first built?

Lovey found chicken bones too.